NOT MY GRAMMAR ft. Pbrazyy & MBO Rodoe Lyrics

All a nigga be seein' is red, everything red on me, like my fucking bandana

You a bitch, if you talk to the pigs, can't be around us, cause you know we carry the hammer,

Bitch I don't know who you is, back the fuck up cause you smellin' like you was in slammer

Puttin' that shit in my kids, I had that money sign right on the back of my pamper

Niggas be talkin' to feds, but I can't do it, that shit is not even my grammar

Niggas be shootin' at legs, but they some killers I really do not understand em

Aimin' that shit at your head, ain't trying do it, but niggas keep forcin' my hand up

This money be makin' me sped , I keep on spendin' every time before I go add up

She gone suck me till I'm walkin', dead I call her Clementine

I got thotties and a model, bitches go and pick ya kind

We exotic boys, you know I got that hot shit on the line

Had to steal her from her nigga cause I thought her ass was fine

Say a prayer for the opps, them niggas runnin' out of time

Niggas ride with dirty Glocks, them niggas play we hit your spine

Bitch, I'm sippin' dirty, wock lookin' for some shit I can't find

Had to pass it to my nigga, so I call her ass a dime

Noe, pass the rock, I'm goin' coast to coast, the fuck you bout to do

Me and my niggas all together and you know we bout to shoot

We bout to shoot, finna up the score, I aim the Glock at you

He talkin' tough, close his casket, that's what fifty shots will do

Cause I'm that nigga, I'm that player, I'm the one to up the Drac'

Fuck a bad bitch on the first day, I can't stay, I gotta skate

I say it's Lou, know the name, you know I'm touchin' hella pape

I better chill out with this G-Lock, it'll fry a niggas face

Rodoe, got this Glock and I'm walkin' round dolo

All these niggas be tweakin' and askin' the bitch that I'm fuckin'

I'm fuckin' on your hoe, I just ran up a band and trap

Try to take this shit far as I can with my bro doe

Bout to roll me a motherfuckin' loose leaf, I'll set up a nigga with coochie

Ayy, hop up out the whip, you know we finna walk him down

Call up baby A, he sent the couple rounds

All my niggas really with it, you know who gon' shake the town

don't play around, big ass Drac gon' lay him down

I need that money, I want my shit now, I need my money, I want my shit now

Stick the Drake out the window and shoot through the crowd

M-o-b shit we do, not fuck around

free all my niggas, that's locked let em out

I know you a bitch, you better watch your mouth

Nigga, dissing the quickest way to get you dropped

Run up the quickest way to get you shot

We get money, we like to stack this shit a lot

Nah nigga, I ain't done

please do not call me yo opp

Cause when I see you, you gon' run

all my niggas havin' paper, hella motion

Yeah, a ton, play with gang and I don't give a fuck

You dying with your gun

All a niggas be seein' is red

everything red on me, like my fucking bandana

You a bitch if you talk to the pigs

You can't be around us cause you know we carry the hammer

Bitch, I don't know who you is

Back the fuck up cause you smellin' like you was in slammer

Puttin' that shit on my kids

I had a money sign right on the back of my pamper

Niggas be talkin' to feds, but I can't do it that shit is not even my grammar

Niggas be shootin' at legs, but they some killas

I really do not understand them

Aiming that shit at your head, ain't tryna do it

But niggas keep forcin' my hand up

This money be makin' me sped I keep on spendin' everytime before I go add up